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Chapter 14: Sold -------------------------------- (c) tarzanstud1@gmail.com
Chapter 14 -- Sold!
The auctioneer's voice boomed across the clearing, resonating through the heated atmosphere as he announced the continuation of bids for the legendary Tarzan. The three principal bidders, Hastings, Blackwood, and Worthington, engaged in a fierce round of offers, each one determined to secure the jungle king for their own purposes.
"Ten thousand pounds!" Lord Hastings' booming voice cut through the murmurs of the onlookers, his determination and confidence evident in his bid. "Ten thousand pounds to see this savage specimen toiling tirelessly in my fields, a robust laborer worth his weight in gold!"
The auctioneer nodded in affirmation.
"Indeed, Lord Hastings! Tarzan's unparalleled strength and resilience make him an ideal choice for rigorous labor."
"Twelve thousand pounds!" Mr. Blackwood, the club owner, responded swiftly with an air of authority. "Twelve thousand pounds to see Tarzan captivating my patrons at The Dom's Den, a spectacle of dominance that will entertain and mesmerize!"
The auctioneer chimed in.
"Absolutely, Mr. Blackwood! Tarzan's powerful presence and innate showmanship will undoubtedly captivate your audience."
"Fourteen thousand pounds!" Mr. Worthington, the refined gentleman seeking a domestic servant, raised his bid, a calculated move to assert his claim. "Fourteen thousand pounds to transform the king of the jungle into an exemplary domestic servant, a symbol of strength and servitude in my esteemed mansion."
The auctioneer acknowledged his bid.
"Precisely, Mr. Worthington! Tarzan's adaptability and imposing stature make him an excellent choice for a servant of such distinction."
The crowd murmured in anticipation, the bids rising to unprecedented heights as the stakes for the jungle king soared. The auctioneer, ever the showman, seized every opportunity to extoll the virtues of Tarzan's unparalleled strength and adaptability, tailoring his pitch to appeal to the desires of the bidders.
Tarzan, at the center of this bidding frenzy, stood tall and proud, his ego buoyed by the bids, his towering physique a worthy receptacle of the admiration and greed swirling around him. But as much as he was visibly aroused by the adulation and the record-breaking bids confirming his superior value, he couldn't help but be concerned about the secret plan he and his ally, Kessler, had formed to infiltrate the slavers' regime from within and ultimately free the countless captives taken from the jungle. He searched for Kessler in the crowd, eager for a reassuring signal that this was all according to plan.
Kessler stood at the periphery of the bustling auction, his sturdy frame concealed within the shadows. His dark eyes, filled with an enigmatic glint, scanned the scene before him with calculated interest. Clad in rugged attire that blended seamlessly with the jungle's backdrop, he exuded an air of clandestine purpose. A wry smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed the bidding war for Tarzan unfold. In his possession was a hefty sack of gold coins, a token of his treacherous exchange, yet his gaze remained fixed on the auction, anticipating the next chapter of his clandestine endeavors.
The tension mounts as the bidding war escalates, with each bidder making increasingly competitive offers to secure the enigmatic Tarzan.
The auctioneer makes one final pitch, highlighting tarzan's strength from head to toe, and reminding the bidders that the fabled loincloth, an iconic symbol that has been the object of so much fascination over the years and is a prize possession in its own right, comes free with the purchase of the savage stud and his manly power contained by it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, a closer look at this magnificent specimen is in order. Tarzan, the untamed king of the jungle, possesses a physique molded by nature's might itself! His sinewy arms speak to his unyielding strength, matched only by the sturdy grace of his legs, anchoring his characteristic endurance in the face of adversity. His rugged physique promises unparalleled vigor, ideal for any labor or performance!
"And ah, the loincloth that adorns him, a symbol of the jungle's embrace, accompanies this exceptional offering," the auctioneer continues, giving the bulging garment a hard swat with his cane, causing the man-ape to howl in agony. "It is part of the allure, a tantalizing hint of the raw power that lies beneath! Bid now to secure this unparalleled force of nature!"
The auctioneer's eloquence, combined with the promise of Tarzan's strengths and the appeal of his loincloth, spurs the bidders to leapfrog each other, intensifying the bids as the auction reaches a crescendo.
The final round of bidding echoed through the dense jungle, each bid resonating with the aspirations and desires of the bidders.
The auctioneer's voice reverberated through the bustling marketplace, extolling Tarzan's strength and worth, evoking bids that soared higher with each impassioned declaration.
The landowner, a rugged figure with a weather-beaten face, his eyes glittering with the prospects of immense wealth, cast a resounding bid.
"He'll be my powerhouse," he declared, his voice carrying authority. "He'll turn my lands into a bounty of riches!"
Lord Hastings, his calculated bids steeped in the certainty of his superiority, had his sights firmly set on claiming Tarzan. His comments were shrewd and pragmatic, painting a picture of a labor force ready to toil in his fields and mines.
Mr. Blackwood, the club owner, had envisioned a different fate for Tarzan. His comments emphasized the prowess and spectacle Tarzan would bring to The Dom's Den, fueling the bidding with his plans of exhibition and entertainment.
Exuding an air of sinister charisma, Blackwood pushed the bidding higher, a gleam of covetousness in his eyes.
"He'll be my grand spectacle," he murmured with a twisted smile. "A show of strength and dominance for my patrons' entertainment!"
Worthington, the third bidder, aimed for Tarzan as a domestic servant. His desires lay in having Tarzan blend into his opulent lifestyle, serving as a symbol of prestige among his circle. The aristocrat, dressed in lavish attire with a polished demeanor, raised his bid with a flourish.
"A jewel in my estate," he stated elegantly. "A servant of grace and power to embody my opulence!"
In Tarzan's mind, these comments were echoes in the wind, signaling the diverse intentions each bidder held for him. Amidst the flurry of offers and intentions, the auction teetered on the brink of a decision that would shape Tarzan's immediate future.
The auctioneer, noting their fever pitch, amplified the fervor of the bidding war.
"Tarzan, the embodiment of raw strength and untamed power! A laborer, a servant, an exotic spectacle! Who among you shall possess the might of the jungle?"
As the bids surged higher, the tension in the air grew palpable, the excitement building as each bid resounded through the jungle clearing. The auction reached its zenith, and the auctioneer's voice proclaimed the winning bid, sealing Tarzan's fate.
"Sold!" cried the auctioneer as his gavel echoed through the marketplace.
The air buzzed with anticipation, the atmosphere charged with ambition and expectation. The flood of rapidly rising bids wove a tapestry of desires that culminated in Lord Hastings's ultimate victory.
The landowner secured Tarzan, envisioning boundless wealth, while Mr. Worthington, the aristocrat, left with a tinge of disappointment, and the club owner, Blackwood, simmered with frustration, his prize snatched from his grasp. The outcome was decided, yet Tarzan's future remained shrouded in uncertainty.
Tarzan stood stoically amidst the triumphant roar of the crowd. His face, a mask of composure, concealed the flicker of concern. Hastings had won the bidding, a fact that both troubled and invigorated him.
Though outwardly, the market-goers perceived him as subservient, Tarzan's thoughts raced with unwavering resolve. He'd come to the auction with a mission hidden beneath the facade of compliance, determined to infiltrate the ranks of those who held his fellow jungle dwellers captive.
Lord Hastings's triumph was a twist in his plan, yet Tarzan's resolve remained unshaken. He recognized the challenges ahead, the guise he needed to maintain to execute his clandestine strategy.
Behind the veil of submission, his mind buzzed with strategies. Every glance, every subtle movement was a calculation, a step closer to freeing the imprisoned souls of the jungle.
As the auction concluded, Tarzan masked his true intentions beneath a veneer of obedience, nodding respectfully to Lord Hastings. It was a performance, a role he embraced to keep his true mission concealed.
Inwardly, a fire burned bright--a promise to his people that he would endure this charade until the moment was ripe for liberation.
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